A million smiles, a million hellos, a million photos.
A million of everything but still feel so cold.
Damn this world, a technological black hole.
Damn this world, a technological black hole.
How do you do?
As they walk right past you.
Won't stop long enough for you to ever get through.
As they walk right past you.
Won't stop long enough for you to ever get through.
So back in your shell you go.
What good is a million smiles when not a single soul you know?
What good is a million smiles when not a single soul you know?
Phone in their face, can't see you wear are frown.
Only if they stopped to take a selfie will they notice your face is down.
At least you thought they did, but that was all fake.
As they looked up and said, "You didn't smile, we have to retake."
Only if they stopped to take a selfie will they notice your face is down.
At least you thought they did, but that was all fake.
As they looked up and said, "You didn't smile, we have to retake."
Not a single soul will stop long enough for you to respond, "Hello," but can you really blame them when to them you are invisible?
You walk away the same and say, "Actually, I'm not ok today," but your reply was taken by the wind who's now become your only friend.
You walk away the same and say, "Actually, I'm not ok today," but your reply was taken by the wind who's now become your only friend.
Wake-up!
I wrote that poem a few years ago. I saw this video that reminded me of it and I have decided to share it. The message from the video is "Disconnect to Connect". I couldn't agree more!
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